Well to do boy, pretentious, and conceited,
you have the delusion of a show off;
well to do boy who has a hyphened surname
and use the Richmond Bar as your desk.

Foppish pretending to be distinguished
and always talking about dad’s ranch,
while your old man, to put food on the table
every day goes out to sell fainá.

You think because you speak well
smoke English snuff, wear caqui gloves
and shave your sideburns like Rodolfo, you’re a gallant.
Because you wear a tie color carmine and over at the Chantecler
you pretend to be a dancer, and grease your hair with gel,
you think you’re really smart but you’re a poor stupid.

Well to do boy, who was born in the suburb
in a whorehouse lit by kerosene lamps,
who has quite a murky pedigree
and say that you’re from a well to do family.

Don’t you know that you’re being transparent
and walking with that winning attitude
it is clear that you have a lot of class,
to show it off behind a counter.

You think because you speak well
smoke English snuff, wear caqui gloves
and shave your sideburns like Rodolfo, you’re a gallant.
Because you wear a tie color carmine and over at the Chantecler
you pretend to be a dancer, and grease your hair with gel,
you think you’re really smart but you’re a poor stupid.